User blog comment:Bartholomew Billberry Bowstring/Tavern of the Rusted Claw/@comment-25220117-20110816210653

''His footpaws planted firmly into the shallows, Slank the weasel watched the ship sail ever nearer, his paw on the jeweled pommel of his cutlass. Looks like company...And not exactly the good kind...with that single thought in mind, the ragged weasel spinned around and strolled toward the Tavern, a ferret known as Rankin following close behind, from where the bandanna-ed ferret had been waiting at the entrance. The pair walked stopped at a table, where a one-eyed sea rat, hsi other eye so grusomely disfigured that a thin sheet of skin covered the eye-socket completely; two others, a sable-furred ferret, a copper ring slit through his nose, and a fox, a red sash wrapped around his head like a turban, were conversing silently. Captain and Boson sat at two free chairs, and joined in, giving in their own little findings...''